MasukThe footsteps stopped just past the door and didn't move again.Isabella held Sofia's eyes and pressed a finger lightly to her own lips. Sofia nodded and reached for the towels again, hands shaking but moving, giving the room something ordinary to look at if the door opened.It didn't open. A minute passed, long enough for Isabella's pulse to settle, and then the footsteps continued on, still unhurried, fading toward the far end of the hall.She let out a slow breath and turned back to Sofia, and in the space of that minute something in her had already finished deciding what came next."Listen to me," she said, quiet and fast now. "I'm not going to tell Luca anything about this tonight, okay."Sofia was still too shocked to believe her. "But I thought…""If I tell him now, what's going to happen? He'll pull you out, hand you to security, and Dante will find out within a day that his source has gone quiet. If I know him as much as I think I do, he'll adjust. Find another way in. Maybe
Isabella waited until the house had gone properly quiet, the kind of quiet where even Rosa had stopped moving around in the kitchen, before she finally decided to go looking for Sofia.She found her in the small laundry room off the east wing, folding towels she didn't need to fold at that hour, which hinted at a busywork people did when they wanted an excuse to be somewhere and nowhere at the same time. Sofia looked up when the door opened and instantly went still, all the muscles locked and waiting to see which way this would break."Don't stop," Isabella said. "I just want to talk."Sofia's hands kept moving, but slower now, folding the same towel twice and unfolding it again.Isabella pulled a stool over from the corner and sat down across from her, close enough that there was nowhere for either of them to look except at each other. She didn't say the word spy. She had decided that on the way down the hall, that the word itself would slam a door shut, and she needed this one to st
The house felt different by mid-afternoon. Smaller sounds travelled further now that half the usual noise was gone…no radios in the security office, no low murmur of men passing each other in the halls, and no engines idling out front while somebody waited on someone else.She used the silence to move through the house properly for the first time in weeks. Not wandering, not the aimless drifting she usually did when she wanted to look harmless. This time she walked with purpose, taking mental note of who was actually still on the grounds and where.Two guards at the east gate. One at the garage. Marco somewhere near the front hall, probably still standing where she'd left him that morning. Rosa in the kitchen. The rest of the staff thinned out to a skeleton crew, most of them given the evening off once word went around that the house would be running lean.She passed the east stairwell twice, once going up and once coming back down, and both times the same two guards nodded at her wit
Isabella couldn't sleep later that night. She lay on her side facing Luca who had insisted on staying and fallen asleep, watching him breathe, and thought about how easy it would be to just reach over and shake him awake.She believed him now. About her father, about the execution order, about all of it being his father's doing and not his. That part had settled somewhere in the last few hours. What hadn't settled was everything she still hadn't told him.The deal with Dante was still open. She hadn't given him anything real yet, but she also hadn't ended it. There was a listening device behind the curtain across the room, small enough to miss unless you knew where to look, and she'd known about it for days. Sofia's eyes seemed wrong whenever Isabella reached for something too fast… And Riccardo kept talking to Marco and Paulo in that low, patient voice of his, planting doubt about her one sentence at a time.She hadn't told Luca any of it.She lifted her hand and held it over his sho
Later in the afternoon after the meeting, Isabella and Luca were alone in the living room watching a movie. Isabella was the one actually doing the watching, while Luca was more interested in spending time with her.They had been there for over two hours, and the scene looked like something straight out of a romantic drama before Isabella broke the spell with a shocking and unexpected question."Tell me what actually happened," she said.Luca looked at her in confusion. “You just finished watching the movie, Bella, I didn't even pay attention.”“I'm not talking about this movie, Luca. The night my father was arrested," she said. "Tell me everything. Not the version you've given me before in pieces when I was angry and you were defending yourself. I want you to tell me what really happened."Luca suddenly went pale. This was a conversation he was hoping would no longer come up, but here it was again. He tried to look calm and composed, but there was no forthcoming idea on how to tackle
The hotel room was on the fourteenth floor of a midtown building that Dante had paid for in cash under a name that didn't belong to anyone living. He had chosen it because it had two exits, a service stairwell that opened onto a side street, and a direct line of sight from the window to the entrance of the building across the road where two of his men were positioned. He had been in New York for eleven days now, and he had made sure not to sleep in the same location twice.His contact arrived twelve minutes late, which was already a problem he found difficult to ignore. The man's name was Ferris, and he worked as a private security contractor whose legitimate clients provided excellent cover for the less legitimate work he did on the side. He was efficient, discreet, and punctual, which was the entire reason Dante had used him three times before. The twelve minutes of lateness were therefore not a small thing.Dante was standing at the window when Ferris knocked. He ignored him at fir
Riccardo rushed in first when they arrived back at the mansion.Luca followed…slowly.A little too slowly.The strong and confident stride that defined him was gone, and his usual aura of dominance suddenly looked like a candle that was struggling to stay lit. Blood was still slowly flowing from hi
Luca had booked out the entire aircraft, making every other seat empty except for the two of them… and the men stationed discreetly behind the cockpit door.Isabella sat with her arms crossed, carrying a large frown on her face. She hadn’t spoken to him in over twenty minutes.Luca, who had been wa
The hotel room door clicked shut behind Isabella, locking out the hallway noise and the memory of the police station with it. She didn’t waste any time in kicking her heels aside, taking off her clothes, and heading straight into the bathroom. She needed water and silence, and she needed a moment w
Dante Romano was in his office, casually sipping red wine with a rare smile on his lips. The cigar he had just finished lay in a silver ash tray in front of him, letting out small wisps of smoke.Lucho Vestari, one of his most trusted enforcers, was standing on the other side of the office, watchin







